Altar Wine (Acoustic Olympia Session)

[Intro]
What is the word that sends young men and women to their deaths
What is the word that saves innumerable lives from a daily doom
What is the word that in friendship is used to cushion a lie
Love, love, only love
Love is the word

Love is the favoured word of your subjective god
Love is the rebuilding of the world as youth perceives it
Love is the universal giver and destroyer of all hope
Love is that catastrophic utterance we dare to speak

[Verse 1]
I'm just like my mother, she sighed, only she hides it better
I see colours in words, I'll draw pictures for you
Come hear me speak about my longings
All my goodness, all my cruelty
When was the last time I cried?
Truth be told I can't remember
Ah there was once a man who loved me
He was older, he left a scar
And a book about an angel
Who made her way back home to God
I still think about him sometimes
Running my finger up its spine
May he fall into a well
He left me old before my time

[Chorus]
So I'm writing this here song
Out on a sick bag just for you
In the hopes that in the process
I might conjure up a few scenarios
Filled with old ghosts
Who wander round dressed in your clothes
Come over here you fucked up muse
Read me Sassoon
Out of your head on altar wine
Out of your head on altar wine

[Verse 2]
She paused for air, she bit her lip
Picked the candle, struck the match
The smoke, the flame, the glow
The Persian curtains start to dance
Fix your eyes upon this mirror
Let me grab my spirit level
Swear you'll keep me safe forever
Tell the truth and shame the devil

[Chorus]
So I'm writing this here song
Out on a sick bag just for you
In the hopes that in the process
I might conjure up a few scenarios
Filled with old ghosts
Who wander round dressed in your clothes
Come over here you fucked up muse
Read me Sassoon
Out of your head on altar wine
Out of your head on altar wine

[Bridge]
So I'm writing this here song
Out on a sick bag just for you
In the hopes that in the process
I might conjure up a few scenarios
Filled with old ghosts
Who wander round dressed in old suits
Busy trying to compose
Other anthems for doomed youth
And the coin toss will decide
Who's taking home the virgin bride
Who knits a dress of golden silk
For you to dance through gold and milk
I swapped the key for the long spade
Made Areto dig her own grave
Come over here you fucked up muse
Read me Sassoon
Out of your head on altar wine